As many of you know, I grew up in a largely Scandinavian area of northern WI. Because of this, there was a distinct shortage of redheads. Red hair is a recessive gene after all, and there are few natural redheads in the world, really, much less in northern WI where things tend to run on the blond side (also a recessive gene but it comes through when you get it from both sides).
Whether it was due to the statistical anomaly, because my head looked like a lucky penny or because of some obscure tradition not known to me, when I was a little girl people used to rub my head for luck. Wherever I went, rub, rub, rub — huzzah a win at poker! or what-have-you.
I was happy to lend the luck out and/or too young and naive to realize I would need it later, but now Things Have Changed.
I want my luck back.
I hope all of you head rubbers have had a grand time, won the lotto, and all of that, but it’s been twenty plus years and I think you’ve had your turn.
When I go in for my CT scan today, you can just send the luck back.
Thank you.
Love and Kisses,
Bridget, of the Red, Lucky, and Well-Rubbed Head
wishing all the luck in the world ..times 2!
I’m sending you all the luck from all the heads I’ve ever rubbed!
Hope everything went well.
Hi Bridget,
All those times I insisted on sitting behind you in library school, it was so I could secretly rub your head.
Good luck! I hope it went well!
xo
I’m imagining the tresses of my red-haired cousins and am sending wishes of luck, love and light. I hope that everything went well, Dear Bridget.
sending you the luck of the irish – only im not irish. crap.
ok look in the mail – a rabbits foot may appear 🙂